Sometimes people catch waves to big for their boards,
then crash into them, leaving them astray from shore.
I'm no more that those who died at shore, rotten to the core of pure existence.
But I, oh I,
am stuck swimming,
across an endless ocean of tears.
I'm no longer able to be saved,
in this sea of sadness,
below a sky that rains.
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Dark Stories And Poems
Poetry?Dark Stories and Poems// is a collection of stories/poems I've written. Hopefully you like them. ? This shows the progression of my writing, please feel free to skip up to my most recent pieces. *Please Follow me*
